"International Trust don't give a flying fuck; After years as bystanders they've gazed through the detritus of other's posturing and image; Experience has allowed them to hone what really matters - the simplistic immediacy and balls-out lyrical honesty of a life affirming, nicotine-compulsive tune. New single "Talk of the Town" might physically clock in at less than three minutes but it will be in your head for the next decade. "Bruce Lee" nonchalantly attacks the arrogant ambition of naive star-chasers, but by simple virtue of being the only Oi! Punk terrace chant-laced bubblegum-n-grit Botempisynthpop anthem you'll hear this year or any other, effortlessly swindles the next potential pseudo-Kooky character of their requisite Warholian 15 minutes: When having their cake and eating it, International Trust puke it up and piss on it.
Tonight's pub-wide record night highlights a determination to shun predictable routes to fame, fortune, and the welcoming embrace of women with unfeasibly large breasts. It's already made them legends within their own milieu but this could steamroller into something much more spectacular.